Contributor: Roberta Breetai

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Let your demons go,
set them free, put them out there, out--
into the sky, into the dark.
You don't need them anymore.
They don't serve you,
only try to master you,
rip their claws of doubt across your mind,
your eyes, your heart.

Let your demons go,
because the sooner you surrender
to happiness
to keeping only empty cages,
their doors open to the sky,
the sooner you can be free.

Free
And
Happy.


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I live in Maine. My poems "Held me, you did" and "Yes. . ." have been published as part of my high school's newsletter.

Contributor: Roberta Breetai

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The foggy dawn comes
unfolds as flowers do
as wet dew drops do
as they fold themselves anew
as they drop wet to
leaves, to grass,
as flowers do.

The fog beyond the glass is gray.
The sky beyond the fog is blue.
The night beyond the sky is black.

I journey from first to last
reliving the seasons
as flowers do.


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I live in Maine. My poems "Held me, you did" and "Yes. . ." have been published as part of my high school's newsletter.